So I roll my eyes up to Cayde, still running my tongue over his heavy sack, and I smile.
“More,” I moan. “I want more.”
Cayde’s eyes nearly bug out. “Oh?” he snarls, and suddenly his hand is around my throat. “You want more? Well, here you go, little Saint. Fucking take it all.”
When his cock goes down my throat again, I come. I come hard. I scream, the sound muffled by the thick length stretching my lips. Dean just keeps going, pounding into me as I squeeze around him like a glove, my legs spread, and my ass is arching up, my hands clenching the side of the desk as I ride out the orgasm, moaning and crying out my pleasure.
“Holy fuck, she’s coming hard,” Dean says, his voice almost awed, and then a moment later. “Shit, bro, I’m about to come too. Fucking bust with me man, all over her—fuck—”
I want to laugh because he’s never sounded less lordly than in that moment. His arrogant, better-than-thou aristocrat act dropped in this moment of plotting out when to blow his load all over the girl he’s fucking with his best friend-turned-rival. But then I feel him pull out of me, and Cayde does too, both of them fisting their cocks furiously. I feel the first hot spurts of Dean’s orgasm coating the back of my thighs and spraying over my pussy at the same moment that Cayde’s load splatters onto my face, all over my nose and cheeks, and dripping down over my lips. I keep my eyes closed while he’s shooting all over me, but I open my mouth, holding my tongue out for his cum, and I hear his desperate, ecstatic groan.
“Holy shit, man, she wants my fucking cum, holy shiittt—” the last word is dragged out as another spurt lands on my tongue and lips, and I moan, grinding my hips against the desk as I feel the flutters of a third, small orgasm ripple through my body at the feel of their cum all over me, the taste of it on my lips—but more than that, the power that I know I have right now.
When I’m fighting the fact that I want them, they have power over me. They can break me, use me, force me. They can degrade me in all kinds of ways.
But if I want it, too, then their power over me is gone. And deep down, I’ve been aroused by this since that first afternoon that Dean forced me to my knees in the bathroom and came all over my tongue.
I just haven’t been able to admit it until now.
When I open my eyes, Cayde is standing there, his half-hard cock in his hand as he looks down at me. “Fucking Christ,” he breathes. “You really aren’t a saint. Look at you, covered in it like some cum-slut.”
I just smile up at him, licking it off of my lips. “Mm.” I grin. “Are we going to do this every day before school? Because I still need time to actually eat breakfast. I know there’s protein in it, but—”
A yelp escapes me as Dean suddenly grabs my hair, dragging me backward off of the desk. He holds me in front of him, as if showing me to Cayde.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing at, little girl,” he hisses in my ear. “But this?” he cups my pussy between my legs, smearing his cum over my lips, forcing his fingers between them so that he shoves some of it up inside of me. He thrusts his fingers in and out, and Cayde starts to turn for the door, but Dean snaps out his name.
“Cayde! Don’t fucking move.”
Cayde turns back towards him, and I recognize the anger flaring in his face. But for once, it’s not directed at me.
“You don’t get to talk to me that way, Blackmoor,” he growls. And behind me, I can hear Dean laugh, even as his fingers are still pistoning in and out of my pussy, his thumb pressing against my clit now.
“Oh, yes, I do,” he says. “Because this little slut, she’s mine. This pussy? Mine. And as a result, this whole fucking town?” He shoves his fingers into me hard, and I cry out, feeling my body start to shudder in yet another orgasm.
“Mine.”
“No,” Cayde says the word so loudly that it echoes through the room, even as I’m coming hard on Dean’s hand, moans falling from my lips as I shudder in his grasp.
“No,” he repeats. “This isn’t fucking over, Blackmoor. She didn’t pick you. And I’m not giving in. I’m not conceding. I say the game isn’t finished.” He grins. “So it’s fucking not.”
And with that, he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Dean drops me like a sack of potatoes, wiping his hand on his jeans as if I disgust him and leaving me there as he strides out of the room without a backward glance. I’m of no use to him now.
But that doesn’t matter. I can’t wipe away the grin on my face.
Because everything is going exactly the
way I’d hoped it would.